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Paradise

Warning: mention of smut, fluff, swearing

Y/N and idol Boyfriend yoongi decided to have a well earned holiday in the Maldives at a private location. Obviously it was never just going to be the two of them......they are traveling with 6 extra baggage. Y/N and Yoongi's relationship is open when it comes to the guys, Yoongi likes to share and Y/N is happy to help but there are rules. Rules that can not be broken in their relationship, rules that were set in place to make this work. What happens if rules get broken in the heat of the moment? What will happen when fun turns into love?

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ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 × 𝔐𝔦𝔫 𝔜𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦

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𖣐Anon request: "I would love a curroption kink with Yoongi 🥺🥺. I see him like a very wise and mature man, how would he act without someone innocent? Maybe a very shy reader,like that she blush easily and that maybe sex kinda scare her? Because she doesn't know much about and Yoongi loves it and helps her and teach her? Maybe a little bit younger than him but with very less experience in man body and sex because she feel shy. I hope you take my request. Thank you"

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The lights of the city are so beautiful tonight, behind the fresh washed glass of your wall window. It isn't new for you, the sight of the golden lights sparkling into the night. But tonight, it feels like even the stars above are shinning brighter. You stare at your reflection into the glass, checking yourself out for the fourth time today. You think you have never looked prettier than today.

The music floading from behind you makes you smile and turn around. Schubert's symphony fills the whole room of your boyfriend's expensive apartment. You watch him from the window. He is sitting in front of his retro piano, a really expensive piece of art he once bought while you two were on a trip in France.

His eyes are closed as his hands are working, caressing the piano tiles with delicate, but punctual movements. He looks so hot into his white silked shirt, some of the buttons unbuttoned, for you to admire his bright, smooth skin. His head is slightly titled back, pink lips opened just for him to let out sweet hums. You bite your lip and slowly make your way behind him.

You place your hands on his shoulders, letting him know of your presence. He relaxes into your touch, resting his back of head on your stomach, continuing to sing, a small smile appearing on his beautiful face. You are unsure at first, you feel the desire to touch him more, but you are too shy to do it properly. Pushing back your shy side, you trail your fingers down his chest, slowly.

You can feel his breath incrasing when you slide them further, under his unbuttoned shirt, nails slowly grazing his smooth(like butter~) skin. But you stop, suddenly. Yoongi frowns and stops playing the piano, making you gasp.

"N-no! Why did you stop playing the piano?" You ask. He wraps his big hands around your wrists , keeping them in place. He stares up at you, raising his perfectly drawn eyebrow. "Why did you stop touching me?"

You look away, blushing and chewing on your bottom lip. Your boyfriend frowns at that, pulling you to sit on his lap. You gasp as your white dress is raising on your thighs. He places one veiny hand on your bare skin, drawing circles on it with his thumb.

"What's up, princess? You always stop touching me. Don't you want me...?" You hear him whispering into your ear. You quickly shake your head. "Then...? Y/N, my love, we have been dating for two years already..." his voice is calm and warm, but you can still sense a hint of sadness in his tone. "Don't get me wrong, baby...I love you so much and I want to respect you, but...I also want you so bad. But, if you are not alright with this, it's ok, you can tell me."

His brown stare is worried. You sigh, you were afraid this will happen. Looking down and playing with your fingers, you start explaining yourself. "It's not that I don't want you, my love... It's just...argh! I am so shy for this!" Then you look back at him, when his hand squeezes yours softly. His encouraging smile makes you continue. "I have no idea how to please you. I have no idea how am I supposed to give you pleasure you, I mean...I have watched some videos in my life, but when it comes to practice it, I am sure I won't be able to do it."

Yoongi's smile breaks into a smirk. "What kind of videos, baby?" His grip on your thigh tightenes, making you gasp. "Y-you know what kind." He raises your chin up, making you stare at him. "I want you to say it, tell your master what you watched, little baby." The petname makes you whimper and squirm into his lap.

"I-I watched porn videos." You whisper. A growl comes from the back of his throat. "You watched girls sucking off their boyfriends? Giving them handjobs? Or men eating their wet pussies out?" Your face goes a new shade of red every time he says something. You nod. "A-All of them".

You gasp as he grabs your hand and presses it on his semi-hard member. "Feel it, Y/N. Feel what you have done to me, without even trying, my precious..." he mumbles agains your neck, moving your hair away of his way, with his free hand. You meowl as his lips start exploring your neck, giving his cock a squeeze, when he sucks a mark on your skin.

"F-Fuck! That's it, my love. Now...take it out." He instructs you, kissing down your neck, reaching your collarbones. You bite your lip and unbutton his jeans. You hesitate, which makes Yoongi growl agains your chest and bite down on the exposed skin, thanks to the deep v-cut of the dress. You grab his hard member and pull it out, with a trembling hand. "Touch the tip." "How..?" You ask, innocently, while staring at it. He hisses and darkly chuckles. "You're so pure, God, Y/N! I'd ruin you right here."

You blush at his words, slowly rubbing your thumb over his tip, spreading the leaking precum around the velvet skin, as you remembered from a video you watched once. You think of it and slowly move your fist up and down his length. "Now-...y-yes, fuck! Yes, angel!" He watches you as you stare at his cock getting burried into your hand with each move of your wrist. "You like it, right, Y/N?" He asks, squeezing your breasts into his hands, making you meowl. "You like it how I am corrupting you, an innocent deer. You like my cock, right, my love?" You nod. "Use words." He demands. "Yes, master."

He smiles and presses a kiss on your temple, whispering. "Do you want to suck it?" You whimper, trailing your thumb around the tip once more, enjoying his reactions. "B-But I don't know how, master..." you stare down at him, pure.

"Oh, baby..." he kisses your lips softly, once, twice, three times, making you relax.

"Don't worry, master is gonna fuck this innocence out of you. Now drop on your knees, my angel." He says, spreading his legs wide.

A/N: I really hope you liked it! I haven't done this in a while!👉🏾👈🏾 @agustscutie

Home Invasion - Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader Summary: There's someone downstairs... Trigger warnings: brief mentions of an argument, themes of anxiety and panic, themes of home invasion scenario, one swear word, a sword Author's note: I started writing this at the end of February - I'm a slow writer most of the time because I hit blocks and have to think it out, and I also have a chronic illness which interferes with, well everything. I am currently writing for the other members too, but as you might be able to tell it may take a while. I'm glad to finally post this, I hope you enjoy it! Merry Christmas!

It had taken a long time to get to sleep. The scenes in your head would not fade to black. You had tossed and turned for hours, replaying things in your mind.

“You can't just throw money at every problem, Yoongi!”

"Why not? It's not like I don't have a lot of it."

"Oh my god, do you hear yourself?"

The whole thing had echoed in your memory as if the words were being shouted back and forth inside a cave. You couldn't stop thinking that if you had just let it go, there would be two in this bed.

Everything seemed to irritate you: the sheets were cold and stiff, the bed too big, the room too quiet. But you knew it was all down to how guilty you felt about the fight. If it ended with Yoongi walking out, it was a fight, and you knew exactly which buttons to push.

There were two sides to you when the pair of you would fight: the one that would pull you back from the edge, that would warn that if you didn't reign in your anger, stop yourself from saying things you didn't mean, you were going to lose everything that mattered to you; and the side that was relentless and wanted to hurt him, the one that saw you standing on the precipice and dared you to jump.

Eventually you cried yourself to exhaustion and finally fell asleep, wondering how many times you could put him through this before he left for good.

***

It was a noise downstairs that brought you out of sleep. You had no idea how long you'd slept for, but your body still felt heavy and wrung out. Behind the fog of grogginess, you felt relief: obviously Yoongi was back from wherever he retreated to whenever you argued. Peeling your eyes open, you were greeted by darkness, almost the same view you had with them closed. You told yourself you had to stay awake, at least until he got into bed, so you could apologise before he went to sleep. But, listening carefully, you didn't hear the sound of keys dropping into the bowl by the door, or footsteps on the stairs. In fact, the only noise you could hear was the soft sounds of your boyfriend's breathing.

How long had he been there? And if he was here...

"Yoongi?” your small, depleted voice wobbled in the darkness.

Nothing.

Reaching out across the bed, your hand collided with his shoulder and you tried to shake him, but it was really more like giving his arm little pushes. “Yoongi.”

The only reply that came was a sleepy grunt.

There was another commotion downstairs and this time it made you jump, because you knew it wasn't who it should be. Now you gave his arm a weak jab, causing his body to flinch. Your voice came out a little louder this time. "Yoongi, please.”

He groaned again and you felt him roll over onto his side closest to you. You were convinced he was still asleep. You weren't sure if he'd had any drinks tonight, but you knew he was a heavy sleeper when he'd been drinking.

“I think someone's in the house." Your voice broke as you spoke now, getting more scared as it didn't seem like you'd be able to wake him.

"Huh?" he croaked, and your heart leapt at the sound of his voice. You'd never been happier to hear that voice. The covers crinkled as he sat up, one hand rubbing his face. "Are you sure?"

You were about to answer when, as if on cue, another sound came from the lower level. If someone had been trying to get into the house, they were definitely inside now.

"Fuck," you heard from beside you before he sprang from the bed faster than you'd seen him move before, especially when he’d been asleep just moments ago.

He flicked on the lamp and your eyes instinctively closed, stinging in the sudden bright light. Fighting to look, you watched as he gazed around in panic, seemingly for something to defend himself with. Glancing around your side of the room, you couldn't see anything that could pose as a weapon, except a couple of awards that looked kind of pointy, but you weren't sure they would be of any help in this situation.

You almost jolted again when you heard something, but then you realised it was inside the room. Yoongi was rummaging around in the sliding closet before standing with something brandished in his grip: it was the katana he'd used in one of his music videos.

With the light on, you could see he'd been sleeping in his clothes; his hair was a mess and his eyes looked rough, as if he hadn't slept for very long before this disturbance. At the sight of him, you couldn't help but wonder, even in your panic, if he'd been as torn up over the squabble as you had.

"Lock the door behind me," he instructed as he headed towards it.

Your heart hammered hard in your chest. Was this really happening?

"Wait!" you whispered loudly, and scrambled down the foot of the bed. You knelt there, hesitant to leave the mattress, as if the offender were a mouse and you were safe up there, which you knew was irrational.

Yoongi turned from the door and approached you, his free arm instinctively curling around your waist as yours encircled his shoulders. In the state of nerves and adrenaline you were in, the touch of your bodies felt like electricity.

Your voice trembled now. You met his eyes and wondered if his calm appearance was put on for your benefit. “I'm sorry. I- I didn't..."

He touched his forehead to yours - he always did this whenever he apologised. It was one of those things you would never grow sick of. "Me too."

He pulled away, too soon. You knew you were probably in danger and he had to go, but you didn’t want him to. As scared as you were of the intruder, you were more scared of him going down there, regardless of having an impressive sword on his side. What if the other guy had a gun? A bullet would be much faster.

He turned the bedroom doorknob impossibly slow, trying to prevent it making any noise. He took a step out of the room, turned back for a second to gesture for you to lock the door, and then he was gone.

You couldn't bear it; you just knelt there, staring into the darkness beyond the door, blinking, all the horrible things that could be about to happen swimming in your head, listening desperately for the sound of your boyfriend's steps to keep track of him. You couldn't hear anything except the throbbing in your ears. Getting carefully to your feet, you crossed to the door slowly and shakily, holding your breath and straining once more for a noise.

Nothing.

You knew you should lock the door as Yoongi had instructed, but closing it would feel like leaving him on his own. At first you just stood on the threshold, waiting, but, more and more every moment, a strong urge to follow after him grew. Warring with yourself, you knew it was a bad idea; you were nowhere near as agile and stealthy as your boyfriend, and you might alert the intruder by mistake, or you could get in Yoongi's way and he could get hurt.

Before you could execute either plan, there was a loud crash downstairs, followed by a grunt. Feet moving before your brain could stop them, you flew down the stairs to the kitchen. You heard Yoongi’s voice but you were moving too fast and breathing too heavily to register words. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, katana hanging half-heartedly from his grip. You emerged behind him, going up on your toes to peek over his shoulder into the dimly lit kitchen.

Standing by the sliding door that lead to the backyard were Jimin and Taehyung, leaning on each other and swaying noticeably.

“You do realise I could have killed you guys?” Yoongi was saying sternly, holding up his weapon for the younger boys to see.

Their glassy eyes followed the sword through the air in awe, mesmerised.

"That's so cool," breathed Tae. His hair was not up to its usual standard, and half of his shirt was untucked from his pants.

"What's going on?" you asked, stepping out from behind Yoongi, into view.

Jimin burst into a fit of giggles upon seeing you, weighing Tae down as he did. Taehyung unhooked himself from Jimin and the older boy collapsed to the ground, unable to get control of himself. You looked down at yourself to see what was so amusing and realised the boys had never seen you in pajamas before. Wrapping your arms around yourself protectively, you looked away, slightly embarrassed.

Yoongi shook his head at the pair but you knew he felt affection for them. "You scared the hell out of her, too."

“Sorry,” said Jimin, laughter subsided and sounding genuine. His brows were pulled together, the way they usually did when he was concerned or sympathetic. He got to his feet, a little unsteadily, and began to reach for you before thinking better of it and pulling back again. “We- we left our keys at home so we wouldn’t drive, and when we got home nobody would let us in.”

“Probably all asleep,” added Taehyung, who had begun looking through the cupboards and found a box of crackers he was currently fighting to open.

Yoongi leaned closer to you. “They’ve been at the pub most of the night, if you couldn’t tell.”

“I can tell,” you replied. You pried the box from Tae and opened it easily for him, his face lighting up as you handed it back. “It’s okay. You guys can stay here tonight.”

The two younger boys looked instinctively at their hyung. He was holding the katana over the backs of his shoulders, his tongue tucked into his cheek. “But next time, try knocking on the front door, huh?”

***

Once you had set Jimin and Taehyung up on the couch for the night, top and tailed and bickering about whose feet smelled worse, with water and extra blankets and a torch for a night light, you and Yoongi retreated upstairs. Now that there was no threat and you were alone, you didn’t know what to say. Or, more accurately, you knew what you wanted to say, but not where to start conversation.

Before you could think much more about it, you found yourself speaking as Yoongi made to close the door. “Maybe we should leave it open.”

Yoongi looked up through his lashes, his eyes seemed red with tiredness. He nodded softly and righted the door before crossing to kneel in front of you where you sat gingerly on the edge of the mattress. “Are you okay?”

Your throat tightened at the question; here he was, typical Yoongi, asking if you were alright when he was the one who bore the brunt of the fight. You pondered your answer a moment before replying, your voice trembling with the threat of tears. “No, I’m not. I hurt you. Again.”

Yoongi cupped one of your cheeks with his smooth, cold hand. “It’s okay, I’m tough. I can take it.”

“For how long?”

“Until you don’t want me to come back.”

You sniffled pathetically. “I’ll always want you to come back. I never really want you to leave in the first place.”

He smiled softly before tucking his arms under your knees and bringing you up the bed. Laying your head on your pillow and brushing your hair behind your ears soothingly, pulling the covers over you, then getting in beside you.

“I don’t know if I can get back to sleep after that,” you admitted. After the arguing and the crying, the panic and adrenaline of the false break in, you were beat, but you felt too wired to settle down and drift off again.

Yoongi kissed the tip of your nose before reaching for you. “Come here, little spoon.” You rolled onto your side and let him tug you back against his chest. His heart still wasn’t at its normal pace either. Feeling him reach behind him, you heard the familiar sound of his phone unlocking.

Was he texting the other boys and let them know Jimin and Taehyung were here so they wouldn’t worry? Was he tweeting about the funny incident that had just happened downstairs? Was he going to read articles until he fell asleep? Your eyes felt so heavy and tired, but you were sure you couldn’t sleep yet. Maybe you could just listen to Yoongi’s breathing and that would help.

You felt him move again and his hand came down in front of you, holding his phone. The screen began to move and within seconds you understood, warmth melting in your chest. “You have my comfort movie on your phone?”

He chuckled quietly at your reaction. “I thought it might come in handy sometime. You don’t have to watch the whole thing, just until you want to sleep.”

Sighing in contentment, you sank further into his arms as the opening scene rolled and the music started quietly. How did you ever get so lucky?

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

Heeey

Saw ur requests are open, can i ask for the first time with suga, aftercare and the morning after

You and Yoongi have been dating for almost two years now. You two had never done anything sexual and you were still a virgin.

Yoongi knew this so he never brought up how you two never have had sex and he was respectful of your boundaries and would wait for when you were ready.

You didn’t know he was waiting for you to ask him so you thought he wasn’t sexually interested in you at all and you became a little insecure.

One night while you two were having dinner at his house, he noticed you were just playing with your food and not eating.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is the food not good? I can always order us some food to be delivered here.” He asks, genuinely caring about your preferences.

“I-It’s not that. The food is great, it’s just something else on my mind…” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Then what is it, my love?” He gently places a hand on your knee.

“I-It’s just… y-you’ve never seen sexually i-interested in me. D-do I not have a good body? Is it my inexperience you don’t want to have to deal with?” You reply shakily, looking down.

“Oh baby…” He lifts up your chin so you make eye contact.

“I’ve always wanted you, my love. I was just waiting for when you were ready.” He gently kisses you and stands up, wrapping his arms around you and getting ready to pick you up, but he stops.

“May I?” He asks gently.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you nod. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed.

“Are you sure about this, princess? Once I start, there’s no going back.” He asks.

“I-I’m sure. I want you, Yoongi…” You reply hesitantly, not knowing if you came off as desperate.

“I want you too, my love.” He takes off his shirt and pants, leaving on his boxers as he hovers over you.

His hands roam over your untouched body, leaving goosebumps everywhere they travel. He then proceeded to take off your shirt and trail wet kisses down your neck to your breasts which were covered by your bra.

He looks up at you, his eyes asking for permission and you nod.

He unclips your bra, throwing it somewhere random in the room. He gently took one of your breasts into your mouth, sucking it gently yet firmly.

You gasp at the new feeling. Letting a moan slip out at which you notice Yoongi smirking at.

He pulls away from your breast and gently slips off your shorts. He then whispers in your ear.

“May I remove these panties that are in my way?” His voice was husky with desire, turning you on even more.

You eagerly nod. You gasp as the cool air hits your moist folds after he takes off your panties. Yoongi groans at the sight of your wet pussy.

“So fucking wet for me.” He says, lust clear in his voice.

You felt a bit exposed and tried closing your legs a bit which Yoongi forced them back open.

“Baby, let me see. Don’t worry about your body. It’s perfect.” He gently kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth. His hand then slipped between your legs, a finger running down your folds. Your breath caught in your throught.

“Yoongi…” You gasped as he continued glide his finger through your folds.

“I’m going to finger you a bit first to try and stretch you out a bit, okay?” He says gently, waiting for your permission.

“O-okay.” You breathe out. You whimper as you feel one of his fingers penetrate your virgin entrance.

“Fuck, you’re even tight around my finger. Does it feel alright, love?” He asks, making sure not to hurt you.

You nod and you gasp as he starts gently thrusting his finger in and out of you. It felt so weird yet so good at the same time. You couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan.

You tremble a bit as he adds a second digit, his fingers picking up speed as they thrust in and out of your tight, virgin pussy.

After a minute he pulls out his fingers, licking your juices off of them.

“Are you ready for the real thing, my love?” He wanted to make sure this is really what you wanted.

“I-I’m ready.” You reply shakily, and with that he discards his boxers, freeing his massive erection from it’s confines. He positions it at your entrance.

“This is going to hurt for a bit, baby. Tell me if you need me to stop.” And with that, he gently pushes into your virginity. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes from the pain. It wasn’t unbearable, it just hurt quite a bit.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Let me in baby.” He groans and pushes deeper until his whole thick length rested inside of you. You closed your eyes at the pain, hoping it would go away soon.

“Tell me when I can start moving, okay baby?” He says gently, making sure to give your virgin body time to adjust to his massive length.

After a minute the pain subsides, being replaced with pleasure. You quickly wanted more.

“P-please, m-move…” You beg, your voice hoarse with desire. He begins to thrust, keeping a slow and steady pace, not wanting you to feel any discomfort.

He smiled as you let out a series of moans and he started to pick up the pace, letting out grunts and groans of pleasure of his own.

“Mmm, Y-Yoongi!” You moan his name loudly. The pleasure of him filling you overwhelming your senses.

“You like that, baby?” He pants out, slamming into you know, making you moan even louder, desperately nodding st his question.

“Words, doll, words.” He growls out, his lips attacking your neck, sucking and nipping gently.

“Ah, y-yes! I-I l-love it!” You say, barely able to form words as you felt your orgasm building.

He repositions his hips so he slams against your g-spot with every thrust, making you cry out in ectasy.

“Fuck, cum for me, baby! Let me feel you cum around my cock!” He reaches down and rubs your clit, sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through your body as you came undone around him, crying out his name in pure ectasy.

Yoongi followed not long after, pulling out and shooting his load all over your stomach as he pants heavily.

“That was fucking amazing. Are you okay? Did I go to hard for your first time?” He looks down at you, worried he hurt you.

You smile up at him and shake your head.

“It was perfect.” You reply, blushing as you see his sweaty face flushed with satisfaction.

He smiles at you, gently kissing you.

“I’ll clean you up, baby.” He says. That’s when you notice the blood dripping down your thighs and your eyes widen in panic.

“Shh, don’t worry. It’s normal to bleed after losing your virginity.” He reassures you, quickly grabbing a warm damp towel and cleaning off the blood and gently dabbing your entrance, making sure not to hurt you as he knew you were still sensitive. He then moved up, cleaning his cum off of your stomach, making sure you felt clean. He uses the same towel to wipe of his cock that was slick with your juices and a bit of your blood.

After he throws the towel in the hamper, he goes to his closet, grabbing a pair of his comfy sweatpants and tshirts and giving them to you. Yes they were big on you, but you loved how comfy his clothes were.

He got himself a pair of boxers along with sweatpants and a shirt, putting them on and laying down next to you. Both of you now had clothes on.

“I love you so much, princess.” He whispers, kissing your forehead affectionately. He then wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Get some rest, you must be exhausted.” He says, clearly caring for you a lot as you drifted off to sleep in his embrace.

The next morning you groaned, feeling sore from last nights events. You then smelt something amazing coming from the kitchen and you curiously go out there, seeing Yoongi cooking your favorite, french toast.

“What’s this for?” You happily hugged him from behind, watching as he cooked the pieces.

“It’s for you, my love. You must be hungry and sore from last night. I left some painkillers and water for you on the counter to hopefully help. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes.” He smiles at you. He loved your backhugs.

As you went over to where the painkillers and water you smiled to yourself.

What a gentleman

You thought in your head. You were happy with him and had no regrets letting him be the one to take your virginity last night. You loved him and he loved you.

Happy Birthday!

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: A whole lot of fluff, soft Yoongi, 13+

Warnings: Some cuss words and Yoongi being a lovesick puppy

Word Count: 3.7k (wow that’s the longest one shot I’ve ever written)

Summary: It’s your birthday and Yoongi doesn’t know what to get you. He has a huge crush on you and he wants everything to be perfect.

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Your birthday was tomorrow. You knew it, your best friend knew, the boys knew it, Yoongi knew it. How could Yoongi forget one of the most important days of the year? Well, it wasn’t as important as everyone was hyping it up to be, but it was for Yoongi. Especially because he had the biggest crush on you since Jimin introduced you to him and the others over a year ago. And he was going to use this day to finally tell you how he felt, using the advice Jimin gave him.

The only problem was, he didn’t know what gift to get you. You were supposed to be meeting up at their dorm tomorrow afternoon so they could celebrate with you and Minah, one out of two of your best friends, and he still had no idea what to buy.

Even as he stood in the middle of the shopping mall about a mile from the dorm, he was clueless and running out of time. So he did what he thought of as a last resort and dialed a number.

The boy on the other line answered with a tired ‘Hello?’, making it clear to Yoongi that he had just woken up from a nap. “Jimin-ah, I need your help.”

“Are you trying to find a gift for Y/N but you have no idea what to get her so you’re calling me to see if I can give you an idea of what to buy since I’m her best friend and I know her better than she knows herself?” That left Yoongi speechless.

Jimin knew of the older boy’s crush on you, hell, all the boys did. Even Minah, who was also one of the densest people in all of Korea, knew. Everyone could tell by the way Yoongi’s mood would lift every time you walked into the room, his obvious attempts of getting closer to you on movie nights, spending hours in his studio showing you songs he’d been working on, even letting you hear him sing after he swore he didn’t have the ability to. And when you told him you loved his songs and his voice, he felt his heart do a backflip in his chest. But somehow, you didn’t notice.

“How the fuck did you know that?” Jimin rolled his eyes so hard, Yoongi could practically hear it.

“You’re so easy to read when it comes to her, hyung.” The Busan boy sighed, sitting up in his bed once he realized he wasn’t getting any more sleep. “You already know Y/N’s really into photography, and I just happen to know her camera just broke. She needs a new one.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, wondering to himself how he didn’t think of that before. “Thanks Jiminie, I owe you.” Jimin mumbled a simple ‘hell yeah you do’ and hung up the phone, but not without reminding Yoongi how much he loved him. The older male externally gagged, but internally smiled.

He knew you would never accept a brand new camera from him, but he was going to force you to take it, since he knew how much photography meant to you. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew you couldn’t do the thing you loved, and that he had a way to help. So he walked into Best Buy and made a beeline to the camera section. He knew absolutely nothing about cameras, but he was lucky to have a worker show him the best one for taking 4K pictures. Yoongi thought you’d really like an upgrade from your previous camera, which was kinda crappy considering that you got it for cheap.

Oh yeah, Yoongi thought, Y/N is definitely going to kill me. The boy, who usually kept his feelings to himself, found himself smiling at the thought of what your reaction would be. You’d definitely give him the worst death glare you could muster up, but he knew you would be actually trying your hardest not to cry. So as he swiped his credit card in the card reader, his excitement to give you this gift only grew.

Yoongi sat at his desk later that night, ignoring the calls of all the boys and their questioning of the bag he had in his hands. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, getting to work on the second half of his gift for you.

Meanwhile, you were laying on Minah’s bed while staring up at the ceiling, your best friend sitting on her desk chair. You had no idea what she was doing, but you didn’t question it. Everyone seemed to be keeping something from you lately. First, Minah begged you to sleep over, then you caught her talking to Jimin on the phone about god knows what. Now, she was telling you that the two of you were going over to the boys’ dorm because she forgot her favorite sweater there.

You fished your phone out of your pocket and texted the only person you thought you could get information out of.

If Hoseok didn’t know anything, that means they probably kept him out of it. He was probably the worst liar you had ever met, he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. But you dropped the subject as soon as Minah stood up from her desk chair. She gestured for you to move over so she could get in the bed too. Back in Busan, you, Minah, and Jimin had been sleeping in the same bed since you all were in diapers, so this wasn’t weird at all to either of you.

“Minah?” You spoke in a soft voice, causing the girl to turn to look at you.

“What’s up?”

You bit your lip, thinking for a second. “What if everyone forgot my birthday? The only person that has said anything about it was Hoseok.”

Minah had to keep herself from smiling. “I’m sure everyone remembers, there’s still a half hour until your actual birthday. Don’t worry, okay?”

You took her word for it, trying your best to calm your racing thoughts. For the next half hour, you and Minah talked about memories you both had from middle school, including the time the two of you drew all over Jimin’s face in middle school when he fell asleep in class. He was still holding a grudge against the two of you for that.

Before you knew it, the alarm clock on Minah’s bedside read twelve am.

Minah jumped up and wrapped her arms around you, screaming ‘happy birthday!’ so loudly in your ear that you were sure her neighbors heard her. You laughed, the girl’s strength knocking you down on the bed while you hugged her back.

“Thank you, now get off of me!” As soon as she did, your phone rang. It was your parents calling you from Busan to wish you a happy birthday. You thanked them, making sure to tell them that you were gonna visit soon before you hung up. Other than that, you had no more calls. Not even from the person you wanted to call you the most, Yoongi.

Everyone knew about your crush on Yoongi, the two of you were really bad at hiding your feelings. But apparently you weren’t, because neither you nor Yoongi knew how the other felt.

Every time you hung out with him and the boys, you always found yourself smiling more than usual whenever he talked to you. And the moments you two spent in his studio listening to a song he wanted to show you only made your stomach fill with butterflies. He seemed to get you more than anyone else did, not even Minah and Jimin. You also couldn’t forget how gentle he always was with you, despite what people have said about him having a cold exterior. Whenever you had a movie night with the boys, Yoongi would always end up sitting next to you, even sharing his blanket with you when you got cold. He’d scold you whenever he caught you speaking badly about yourself, telling you never to do that again. Whenever you were upset and needed comfort, he always let you call him no matter what time of night it was. You couldn’t help but fall for him, which is why you felt disappointed when you didn’t get a text or call from him at midnight.

Your lips turned down in a small frown, but Minah didn’t notice. Instead, she explained that the two of you should sleep so you could go to the boys’ dorm early in the afternoon. You turned onto your side, pulling the covers over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.

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You woke up to the sound of a higher pitched male voice singing happy birthday. As your eyes opened, you noticed it was Jimin singing to you while holding a cupcake with a single candle in it, Minah smiling widely behind him. They gave you a second to sit up in Minah’s bed, a wide smile taking over your features. You closed your eyes, making a single wish before blowing out the candle on the cupcake Jimin was holding out for you. He set it on the nightstand, allowing you to jump into your best friend’s arms and thank him profusely. Jimin’s arms picked you up and lifted you off of the bed, spinning you around once before setting you down on the floor.

“Happy birthday, loser.” You laughed, reaching up to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“Yah, that’s noona to you.” You honestly didn’t care about honorifics, but you did it just to tease Jimin about your one year age difference like you always did. He rolled his eyes, pushing your hand away from him while you laughed even more.

“Now go brush your teeth and put on something nice after you shower, you stink.” Minah pushed you towards her bathroom, leaving you confused. If you guys were only going to the dorm to pick up her sweater, why did you need to wear something nice? At this point you learned not to question anything Minah said, so you just went along with it and started getting ready.

About an hour later, you were dressed in a black skirt and a matching black blouse that you found in Minah’s closet after you forgot your clothes at your house. All you did to your hair was brush it out and style it a little, but you liked the way the wavy style looked on you. Once you stepped out of the room, you found Jimin and Minah whispering about something, with Jimin briefly looking down at his phone.

After you cleared your throat to get their attention, they turned to look at you.

“Perfect, let’s go.” Jimin grabbed your hand and brought you over to the door, telling you to put on the black low top vans you came in before leading you and Minah to his car. Throughout the entire car ride to Bangtan’s apartment building, Minah kept bouncing excitedly in her seat. Jimin on the other hand, kept telling her to stop before he threw her out of his porsche.

Soon enough, the three of you arrived at the building, making your way up the familiar elevator before walking down the hall. You were about to put in the code to the front door before Jimin slid in front of you so he could do it himself. What a child.

He sent a quick text from his phone before putting in the door code. The lights were off inside the big apartment, and you wondered where the boys were. Were they all out and Jimin was the first one home? Dismissing the thought, you took your shoes off at the entrance and put on the slippers the boys got you a few months into your friendship with them. You were about to start looking for Minah’s sweater until all of a sudden, the lights turned on and six boys jumped up screaming.

“Surprise!” You would’ve fell on your ass if it wasn’t for Minah who caught you from behind, everyone laughing at your reaction. All around you were balloons and streamers in an array of colors, the entire living area of the dorm looking festive.

You started tearing up, your hand fanning your eyes as you looked around at the seven boys -- plus Minah -- that planned this surprise party for you.

“You guys did all of this for me?” They all nodded, all of them running over to hug you before you could burst into tears. You hugged all of them individually, each boy wishing you a happy birthday. Hoseok came up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. Aside from Jimin, Hoseok was the next boy you considered as one of your closest friends in Bangtan.

“I swear, Y/N, I didn’t know anything about this until an hour ago.” You laughed, hugging the boy tightly.

Next was Yoongi. He walked up to you with a smile on his face, holding his arms out for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, your heart doing backflips and somersaults in your chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you to say happy birthday at midnight, they took my phone so I couldn’t contact you and ruin the surprise,” He spoke, his lips right next to your ear making his soft voice send shivers through your body. You hugged him for a second longer than the other boys before pulling back from the hug.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t worried.” That was a lie, but you decided that Yoongi didn’t need to know that.

The two of you walked over to the living room where the rest of the party was, your body immediately taking a seat next to Seokjin when he offered you one of the switch remotes to play Mario Kart with him.

That’s how the party went for the next few hours. A Mario Kart tournament between you and your eight friends took up a lot of the time, but you ended up beating everyone. You knew all of them had let you win, because there was no way you could beat Seokjin, Jungkook, AND Taehyung. But you didn’t mind, you got a crown made out of paper as your prize.

At last, it was gift opening time. Everyone sat on the living room floor, letting you use the couch as your throne as you opened each gift.

“I told you guys not to get me anything.” You whined, earning a bunch of comments from the peanut gallery to shut up and open your gifts.

So that’s what you did, starting with a gift from Jungkook. He got you the new pair of vans you’ve been wanting and were telling him about last week. Taehyung got you a gucci necktie to match his, Hoseok got you a pin that says ‘I <3 New Zealand’ from when they visited the year before (which you laughed at), Seokjin got you an Eevee plushie to match his, Namjoon got you a copy of the book he was reading which you asked him for a while ago, and Jimin got you a signed cd of his single ‘Promise’. After each of the boys gave you their gifts, you hugged each of them and made sure to tell them how much you really liked everything.

Then Yoongi gave you his. It was in a wrapped box and it felt heavy. You prayed that he didn’t get you something expensive, after you specifically told everyone not to buy you anything expensive. But you carefully opened it anyway, the wrapping paper revealing the box of a brand new Canon camera. A chorus of surprised sounds came from everyone, your eyes widening while looking down at the box. This camera was a huge upgrade from the shitty one you had before, which broke after some random guy bumped into you while you were taking pictures one day.

“Min Yoongi, I’m gonna kill you.” You mustered the best death glare you could give him. If looks could kill, the boy would be six feet under by now.

“Well I’m not taking it back, and there’s no refunds or returns so you have to accept it.” He wore a smug smile on his face that you wanted so badly to wipe off completely. You would definitely murder him in his sleep later.

You set the box down next to you and sighed in defeat, going over to hug him too.

“Thank you, it really means a lot to me.” Your voice was soft as you thanked him, and you could feel him smile against your cheek. You were about to go back to your seat when Yoongi stopped you.

“Actually, there’s something else I have for you,” He looked around at the curious eyes of everyone staring up at him, “in private.”

This set off another chorus of ‘woah’s from all of the boys, Minah only snickering in the corner. After telling them all to shut up, Yoongi stood and gestured for you to follow him to his room. You stood and followed closely behind him, ignoring the stares you felt on the back of your head.

Yoongi led you into his room and closed the door behind him so you two would have privacy. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, wondering why he brought you here.

“So I kinda wrote you a small note, and I didn’t want you to read it in front of everyone so I brought you here.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you with red cheeks. You didn’t know how to react except for responding with a small ‘thank you’ before opening the note.

Dear Y/N,

I kinda feel like an idiot writing this letter to you, but I didn’t know how else to tell you. Okay I’m just gonna say it, I like you. Like really like you. I like spending time with you, whether it’s with the boys or alone, I like showing you the songs I’m working on, I like when you sit close to me on movie nights, I like when you smile and literally light up any room you walk into, I like how little strands of your hair fall into your eyes and you don’t even notice it, I like the way your dimples pop out every time you smile, I like everything about you. I really like the way I feel when I’m around you, like I get this tingly feeling in my stomach and I can feel my heart do little flips in my chest, and I just feel really happy when I’m around you. Everything in me just wants to keep you happy, because you look really beautiful when you smile, and your laugh is probably more contagious than Hoseok’s (and that’s saying a lot). My point is, I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve right now and I just wanted to ask you something.

P.S: Look back up at me when you’re done reading this.

You had tears in your eyes by the time you looked back up at a nervous Yoongi, his hands shoved in his front pockets to keep himself from fidgeting with them.

“Now that you know my feelings, will you please be my girlfriend?” Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, not until he heard your answer. Right now, he was giving his heart to you in hopes that you wouldn’t break it. He was revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you got to see, and that he had never shown anyone.

You smiled as a few tears slipped past your eyelids, which made Yoongi immediately go into panic mode.

“Oh shit, did I do something? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-“ You cut him off by chuckling lightly, shaking your head.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.” Your hands reached up to rest on his cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours until your lips met his. Almost immediately, his hands rested on your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

The kiss lasted a little less than ten seconds before both of you hesitantly pulled back just enough to look at each other’s faces.

“Yes,” You spoke softly, causing a confused look to take over Yoongi’s face. Laughing lightly, you realized he completely forgot about his question. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile that you absolutely adored, his arms wrapping around your waist to hug you again. The size of your smile mirrored his as your hands ran through his hair.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His head pulled back, leaning down to kiss you again. You broke the kiss after a second, though, much to his dismay.

“As much as I just want to kiss you all night, we have a crowd of people waiting for us outside.” Yoongi whined, only making you laugh more. But you were serious about going back out there, taking hold of his hand and walking back out of his room. The two of you walked hand in hand back to the living room, smiling at all of the surprised faces staring back at you.

“Finally!” Jimin called out, earning himself a slap on the back of the head from Seokjin. But everyone agreed with Jimin’s opinion, congratulating you and Yoongi.

You all decided to end the night with cake and a movie. Everyone called for you to pick the movie while Minah got up to grab the cake in the kitchen, so you picked ‘Toy Story 2’ again. They all started complaining, but you just smiled and pressed play on the screen.

Instead of sitting on the couch like you normally would’ve, you decided to sit on the floor in between Yoongi’s legs, leaning your back against his chest. You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, looking back to see your now boyfriend looking back down at you with a smile on his face. Making sure no one was looking, you leaned up to quickly kiss his waiting lips before resting your head back on his shoulder, your arms resting on top of his.

This was officially the best birthday ever.